Let Your Fingers Do The Walking / Lascia che le tue dita danzino

In the days of covered wagons a man had his own wayWhether talkin' to a woman or crossing the USANo telephones were ringing, no angry words exchangedI wish I was back in the saddle now riding on the range

Let your fingers do the walkingCall me up some timeI'm listed under Broken Hearts looking for a good timeI can't reach out and touch youYou're hung up on the lineI'm your disconnected number now and you're a private line

Well, I used to be so happy when you gave good phoneI could call you up from anywhere for a little touch of homeBut now my heart is aching after every callBy the way you talk you'd think you never gave good phone at all

Let your fingers do the walkingCall me up some timeI'm listed under Broken Hearts looking for a good timeI can't reach out and touch youYou're hung up on the lineI'm your disconnected number now and you're a private line

Let your fingers do the walkingCall me up some timeI'm listed under Broken Hearts looking for a good timeI can't reach out and touch youYou're hung up on the lineI'm your disconnected number now and you're a private line